Need to let loose a primal scream without collecting footnotes first? Have a sneer percolating in your system but not enough time/energy to make a whole post about it? Go forth and be mid: Welcome to the Stubsack, your first port of call for learning fresh Awful you’ll near-instantly regret.

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If your sneer seems higher quality than you thought, feel free to cut’n’paste it into its own post — there’s no quota for posting and the bar really isn’t that high.

The post Xitter web has spawned soo many “esoteric” right wing freaks, but there’s no appropriate sneer-space for them. I’m talking redscare-ish, reality challenged “culture critics” who write about everything but understand nothing. I’m talking about reply-guys who make the same 6 tweets about the same 3 subjects. They’re inescapable at this point, yet I don’t see them mocked (as much as they should be)

Like, there was one dude a while back who insisted that women couldn’t be surgeons because they didn’t believe in the moon or in stars? I think each and every one of these guys is uniquely fucked up and if I can’t escape them, I would love to sneer at them.

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    I got flashbacks from reading this.

    You have to imagine that the future roadmap includes robot dog enforcers for capturing shoplifters.

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        fr! BTW, speaking of class consciousness, I once got myself in big trouble with one of these things.

        My SO and I had just finished reading Kraken by China Mieville when we went into Krogers to pick up a few things.

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        One of our favorite characters, Wati, managed to overthrow the reigning order in the Ancient Egyptian afterlife after thousands of years of servitude by unionizing all of the magical assistants. Dude rocked. He is tragically lost in the final chapters of the book, and we both kind of had a grown-up cry over it.

        The one open checkout line was 40 miles long (as is tradition), so she ducked into the self-checkout, and I said, “Wew, Wati would hate that we’re doing this.”

        She didn’t talk to me for the rest of the day, which was 100% fair.